I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Oh~oh~

A few seagulls flew by, and the air was filled with a lazy and peaceful atmosphere. This is the Marine Headquarters, Marineland.

More than a month has passed since the war on the top ended, and this sacred place in the hearts of countless navy finally began to exude vitality again.

The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and it was as if nothing had happened.

But the memory of the war will not be forgotten so easily. If your nose twitches slightly, you may still smell the faint smell of blood and gunpowder smoke. Every corner of this city is still engraved with the memory of that war. bring traces.

Some things will be forgotten in time, but some things will not, like wounds, like the long obsidian street in the center of the square.

It was not like this before, it was just a simple square paved with granite. However, after experiencing the destruction of Whitebeard and Sakaski's restoration, it became particularly distinctive.

Just like that long street, many things in this city are new and unfamiliar. This city is starting to become unfamiliar to itself.

But what does that matter?

This world is too complicated and complicated, and it's always chaotic. You sing and I appear. Since Whitebeard's death, how many people can still see themselves clearly?

Boom boom boom!

There were a lot of knocks on the door at the high-end nursing home in Marineland.

"Come in."

A strong voice came from the ward.

Throwing away the rag, Sith parted his hands, then put the long knife he was wiping in his hand back into its sheath, raised his head, and revealed his cold face as if carved by an axe.

After the war, he looks much more mature than before. Of course, he may have become more mature in many ways, not just his temperament.

The end of the Whitebeard Pirates was a large-scale whale crash. How many people had been fed. In the past, he would not have been qualified to be hospitalized in a place like this.

This is the sanatorium in Malinfando. Although it is no better than a shabby shed, with air leaks on sunny days and water leaks on rainy days, is it the house that he values? No, what he values ​​​​is face!

After a great battle, nine out of ten lieutenant generals were injured, and one was probably a general. Basically all of the people who could live here were senior navy generals. He was equal to dozens of others in one go. The gap of years has transformed from a small soldier into a chess player stirring up troubles on the sea. This is a qualitative gap.

When one person achieves enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Not only him, but also the long sword in his hand has successfully become famous all over the world. He has gained the reputation of Demon Sword Xue Cang, which is regarded as fulfilling one of Victor's wishes.

But this is not even the most exaggerated. The most exaggerated thing is Blackbeard Teach.

Blackbeard, who made a crazy appearance in the War on the Top, is now the most dazzling star in the new world. Whether it is territory or manpower, his power is expanding every day, and he is only one step away from the title of Emperor of the Sea.

"Hey, hey, myboy, do you miss your dear adjutant Clara?"

Bang!

The solid wooden door was pushed open by a huge force, and Clara walked in with a big smile. I don't know whether it was a dragon walking like a tiger or a crab walking, but anyway, his current pace was very arrogant.

Holding a bottle of red wine in his hand, he grinned, revealing his big gold teeth. His smile was still so full of personality, the kind that could bring down everyone's overall appearance.

With his head held high and his nostrils almost reaching the sky, he wanted to tell everyone that he was the adjutant of the Sith. Although he would not do anything illegal in the name of the Sith, bragging is not illegal, right?

He watched this kid grow up!

The corners of Sith's mouth twitched slightly. He was very happy that his subordinates could treat him with a normal attitude, but could this guy show him a little more respect? He was a big shot now. A little stomp of his feet could shock the world. Such a big shot, couldn't he be a little more serious?

"Okay, okay, stop pretending. Just pretend in front of outsiders. We are all our own people. Aren't you tired of keeping a straight face all the time?"

Clara waved her hand in front of the Sith, and there were several scars on her arms. He also participated in the war, and did not dare to join the inner circle. He only suffered a few minor injuries and left two scars on his body. , neither outstanding, nor embarrassing to the joint forces, or even his father. It was lucky that he went to the battlefield intact and climbed down again intact.

Clara unceremoniously rummaged through the cabinets in Sith's hospital room and found two glasses with missing corners.

Gulu Gulu filled two glasses, holding one in the palm of his hand, and handed the other to Sis.

"I have looked away this time. When this person reaches the battlefield, he is nothing. No matter what kind of hero you are, you will not escape death. Survival depends on luck. If you are lucky, you will soar into the sky. If you are not lucky, you will soar into the sky. Yes, even if you die in the mud, no one will collect your body. It is difficult for people like us to have a good ending. It is better to be drunk today when there is wine. Come, have a drink, not for anything else, but for us. Both are alive today.”

Sis took the wine and glanced sideways at him. It seemed that this guy had grown a lot.

Raise the glass and drink in one gulp.

"Ah~"

Sith smacked his lips. It was good wine, better than anything he had ever drunk.

He wiped the corners of his mouth that were full of wine with his sleeve. As soon as this man drank, he let go of everything. Whether it was the majesty he carried with him or the self-proclaimed elegance and reserve, he became a different person after drinking. In this way, it would be boring to say whatever comes to mind, to be wild and unconstrained, always with vigilance and malice.

"Tell us about the situation of the joint forces. How many sacrifices have been made?"

Seeing the wounds on Clara's body, Sith couldn't help but think of those joint force members who were forced onto the battlefield by Riggins in an attempt to fight for a bright future for himself.

They are just scraps drawn from all over the world, how can they be considered elites?

Some of the sergeants in second-rate troops like them might not even be able to compare with the ordinary non-commissioned officers of Marinefando.

If they die, they will definitely die of frustration. They have been cannon fodder from the beginning, and they can only be cannon fodder. It is a stage for the strong, and it is also a Shura field for ordinary people.

While drinking heavily, Clara's face turned a little red, and together with her eyes, there was an indescribable melancholy about him.

"Dead, many people died. Everyone was very happy when they came. Just like the young people who went out for spring outings, they thought the war would end soon, and thought that they would have a beautiful life after leaving the small pond in Sihai. In the future, many people have just taken a look at this world and died on the battlefield without even taking a break to drink water."

Raising her head, Clara sighed.

"They are just ordinary people. Maybe in the eyes of the monsters in the new world, they are just a bunch of loaches. They don't understand anything, and they think the Whitebeard Pirates are just a bunch of rabble..."